"Mr. Song, what brings you here? Don't worry, I'll take this brat to the police station right now!" The driver, oblivious to the strange atmosphere, turned around and saw Song Hengjue, immediately declaring his loyalty.
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Someone hired me. If you're so capable, go find someone else. Why are you arresting me?" The man was a hothead. When he heard that he was being taken to the police station, he became furious and struggled desperately.
The driver's temper flared instantly, and he slapped him on the head: "What nonsense are you spouting? Our boss is kind and generous. He even avoids ants on the street. How could he possibly have enemies? Don't spread rumors without reason." He cursed while also flattering the man.
But they didn't notice that their boss's face was getting darker and darker.
Yang Qingheng burst out laughing and looked at Song Hengjue mockingly: "President Song, someone is praising you, why don't you say anything?"
At the same time, the little devil finally lost his temper and shouted, "Who said your boss doesn't have any rivals? It was a guy named Fang Nan who sent me here. You must have done something wicked, otherwise how could you have been ambushed?"
Fang...Fang Nan? !
The driver heard this clearly and almost choked on his own saliva. He covered his throat and coughed until his face turned red. He knew he had just done something that betrayed the boss, and he cautiously looked up at him.
Yang Qingheng patted the little devil on the shoulder and nodded approvingly: "I think you're right. Some people just love to do wicked things." After saying that, she looked at Song Hengjue meaningfully, staring at him until the tips of his ears were burning with guilt before she slowly withdrew her gaze.
He snorted coldly, opened the car door, and got in.
Song Hengjue grabbed the car door handle in one swift motion, shamelessly asking, "Yang Qingheng, in the dead of winter, how can you bear to leave me here to die?"
The man's nose was slightly red from the cold, and two blushes appeared on his fair and handsome face, whether from embarrassment or from the cold, it was hard to tell.
Yang Qingheng crossed her arms and looked down at Song Hengjue, her expression exactly like Song Hengjue's three minutes ago: "Want to get on the bus? It's not impossible. My requirements are very low."
"What are your requirements?" Song Hengjue tried his best to suppress the urge to sneeze.
Yang Qingheng stroked her chin and mimicked his tone from before: "How about this, I never pick up strangers in this car. If you call me Grandma, I might consider it."
"Yang Qingheng, don't go too far!" Song Hengjue frowned.
In front of a large crowd, if he actually yelled, wouldn't he lose all face?
"Oh, never mind then. You can freeze here by yourself. It's only minus fifteen degrees Celsius in Beijing right now. Nobody's going to freeze to death." Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow and smiled, then slammed the car door shut.
Let alone minus fifteen degrees Celsius, even if it were minus fifty degrees today, this woman wouldn't let him lose face here!
Enraged, Song Hengjue turned and walked towards the restaurant.
Yang Qingheng watched his retreating figure, shrugged, and slammed the car door shut: "Driver, start driving."
No sooner had she finished speaking than a furious roar rang out from outside: "Grandma, Grandma, is that enough? Can I get on the bus now?!"
Song Hengjue hurriedly opened the car door and jumped into the car, leaving the driver holding the dazed young man. The two stared at each other, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes. They stiffly looked in Song Hengjue's direction and saw only a back view of an angry and embarrassed young man climbing into the car.
And then there was a burst of laughter in my ears.
Song Hengjue's old face was burning red, and he stiffened his neck, not daring to look outside, for fear of seeing a familiar face.
"Tsk, people shouldn't be too arrogant," Yang Qingheng crossed her legs, propped her chin on her hand, and raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't you think so, President Song?"
Turning around, all you could see was the stubborn back of the man's head, as if he wanted to slap the word "angry" right on his forehead.
This caused the driver in front to keep looking back; he recognized the big boss of Boxiang.
...When he first bought their phone, he admired Song Hengjue a bit, but he never expected him to be like this in person.
The car slowly stopped outside Song Hengjue's yard. The man then snorted coldly, opened the car door, and got out.
"Why are you dressed so lightly in this freezing weather?" Yao Ying, who was loosening the soil in the yard with a small hoe, heard the car and ran out to greet the two of them with a look of delight.
Upon hearing this, Song Hengjue sniffed, feeling an uncontrollable urge to sneeze, and a torrent of bitterness welled up inside him: "It's all her fault! In the dead of winter, of all things to do, she stole my clothes..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yao Ying walked past him and headed straight for... Yang Qingheng behind him.
Yao Ying looked at the woman in front of her, her eyes filled with heartache: "It's so cold, it's hard for you to bring him back. Look at his face, it's all red from the cold."
Song Hengjue's vision went black; he almost fainted from anger at his own mother's blatant lies.
In a sarcastic tone: "She's cold? What's there to be cold about? She's sweating from the heat!"
Two down jackets, she won't die of heat!
Yao Ying glanced at him indifferently: "If you can't speak properly, then shut up."
He changed his attitude towards Yang Qingheng, rubbed his palms on his pants to clean off the dust, and then took her hand: "I just cooked some ginger wine dumplings. Qingheng, come in and have some to warm yourself up before you leave."
"Auntie, let's not. Bai Nian is waiting for me to come home for dinner. If it's too late, he'll worry again." Yang Qingheng patted the old lady's hand and still refused.
Yao Ying knew this was a sign of estrangement, and disappointment flashed in her eyes. After all, they had been mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but now they were like strangers.
Knowing that Yang Qingheng now has a family, it wouldn't be appropriate for her to get too close to them, but she still didn't want to give up. She hesitated and then said, "Qingheng, you divorced Hengjue in such a hurry back then. It's been five years now, and I haven't had a proper meal with you yet. Tomorrow is my birthday. I wonder if you have time?"
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